WHY?WHY NOT? BECAUSE!''OSHO''

BELOVED OSHO,

WHY AM I HERE?

This is a very philosophical question, Kirtan.
There is a story about two big beefy American football players in philosophy class,
sitting at their final examination. The exam question was just one word: "Why?"
All the students began writing madly, filling exam book after book. The two football
players looked at each other and shrugged. The first wrote two words on his exam paper:
"Why not?" and left the room. The second fellow wrote one word: "Because" and left
with his friend.
Not knowing what to do, the professor gave the first fellow the grade of A, and the
second fellow the grade of A minus.
This is really a philosophical question: "Why am I here?"
I don't know. Why not? Or -- because.

Three newly deceased candidates for heaven sit in the waiting room of Saint Peter's
office. Finally Saint Peter returns from lunch and asks the receptionist to send in the first
candidate.
"How did you die, and why do you think you are eligible for heaven?" Saint Peter asked.
"Well," said the man, "for some time I suspected my wife was cheating on me. This
morning a neighbor called and confirmed the awful truth. He told me a guy had entered
our apartment a half hour ago and had not come out. Furiously I rushed home, burst into
the apartment, and found my wife lying naked on the bed. I started to search the
apartment in a jealous rage. I looked through the whole flat -- under the bed, in the
closets, behind curtains, everywhere.
I found no one. Finally, out of sheer frustration and blind rage, I picked up the
refrigerator, carried it out onto the back porch and threw it down into the back yard, three
stories below. The exertion and excitement must have been too much for me, I must have
died right then and there of a heart attack."
"Well," said Saint Peter, "that's a very unusual way to die, but entirely moral. Admitted.
Send in the next candidate."
The second candidate told an even more surprising story. "Saint Peter," he said, "if you
will excuse the expression, I swear to God I was minding my own business taking a nap
in the hammock out in the back yard. I heard a noise and looked up just in time to see a
fullsize refrigerator falling on me from the third floor."
"Hmmm," said Saint Peter. "Most tragic and most circumstantial. But, again, entirely
proper and moral. Admit this man and send in the next candidate."
"Saint Peter," said the third candidate, "I know you are not going to believe a word I say,
I just know it. I got called to this lady's apartment to fix her refrigerator. I was working
on it when all of a sudden she screamed, 'Here comes my husband! For God's sake, hide!'
So help me, Saint Peter, the last thing I remember was climbing into the refrigerator and
closing the door."
Kirtan, I don't know why you are here. Why not? Because!
Enough for today.